How happy does she look

Smiling from ear to ear 

Dancing like her feet caught on fire

Until

Down, down, down into the darkness of the depression,

Gently she goes - getting gloomy, and jittery the anxiety takes over 

The depiction of what’s really shattered starts to appear 

As everyone starts to disappear 

She is faced with the mirror.

The object she hates the most 

The tarnished, distant mirror.

As she continues to stare at her reflection

Down, down, down into the darkness of the depression,

Gently she goes - more broken, more tattered

Her look is getting more frightful as time passes 

Down, down, down into the darkness of self hatred

Gently she goes

She cannot help but stare at the

mirror 

The reflection she sees is a shadow. 

The reflection is as pale as she started to look

The mirror is monochromatic, however